There is a wall slowly growing inside Studio Kre’at. It isn’t a gallery wall. It isn’t carefully styled. It is becoming a wall of remembrance. Today I took a scrappy little calico cross that I had stitched by hand some time ago. It was plain, unfinished, and beautifully ordinary. Then I reached for small scraps of green fabric pieces that whispered Ireland and I began slow stitching them onto the cross. Every stitch felt like a prayer. Not because the fabric is precious, but